After Li Ping and Chen Yian left, Lan Xiaolan immediately began to clean this "luxury house" that had not been lived in for a long time.
Although the floor is cement, after cleaning it a few times, I can finally walk on it without raising dust.
The convenient location of the bathroom and the cooking stove next door have also been simply cleaned. Fortunately, there is a well in the middle with a constant supply of water.
The bed was cleaned and covered with clean sheets, but there was no pillow. Lan Xiaolan couldn't imagine that there would be no pillows in the place she was staying.
She had no choice but to take some clothes and put them under the back of her head to serve as a substitute for a pillow.
The night in a foreign country began to fall quietly. Fortunately, there were candles and lighters in the bags left by Li Ping and his friends. Lan Xiaolan really didn't expect that there was no electricity in this place.
With a "tick-tick", the candle was lit. Lan Xiaolan sat alone on the edge of the bed, admiring the swaying and twisting flame, which emitted a faint and warm light.
Lan Xiaolan just looked at the candlelight quietly.
With light, there is hope. With hope, everything will be fine.
Somehow, Lan Xiaolan fell asleep while watching.
She didn't know how she fell asleep, nor did she know how the candle finally went out. She just felt that she slept very soundly.
It’s strange to say, why do I feel so down-to-earth?
When she woke up the next day, Lan Xiaolan sat on the edge of the bed and looked around her "home" where she would be staying for several years in the future. She found that she had nothing and the house was bare.
She was staying in the room with nothing to do anyway, so she decided to go out and take a look today. Fortunately, Li Ping and the others left their car behind.
With a car, she could enter the Cemetery of the Living. Not only could she buy some daily necessities in the city, but she could also visit various places in the city.
Just thinking about it makes me feel inexplicably excited, as if my heart has been injected with chicken blood.
She picked up her notebook, pen, and recording equipment and put them in her bag.
Before leaving, she also looked at the pistol that Professor Bai had specially asked someone to bring to her by the bed.
After thinking it over again and again, Lan Xiaolan decided to carry the pistol with her.
Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing!
The car started and Lan Xiaolan drove towards the Cemetery of the Living with great interest.
She had studied and thought about this place for several years. Today, she was finally able to enter the city, so she was extremely excited and thrilled.
The main roads in the city are very wide because if someone needs to build a larger cemetery, they will use large trucks to transport the materials.
Therefore, there are many crisscrossing roads in the Living Tomb, and transportation is relatively convenient.
However, on such a sunny morning and on such a wide road, there are very few people.
Even if there are one or two people wandering on the street occasionally, they are only men.
As for women, they are rarely seen on the streets.
Although the road was wide, it was her first time in the Cemetery of the Living and she was not familiar with the road conditions, so Lan Xiaolan drove very slowly.
Because of this, passers-by could clearly see Lan Xiaolan's face in the car.
Everyone who saw her would deliberately stop and keep looking at her.
Passersby stopped not to avoid her car. On the contrary, the more they saw her yellow skin, black eyes, and foreign-looking face, the more they wanted to get closer to the car.
The people who gathered around were very curious, as if they were there to see an alien invasive species, and they all wanted to see with their own eyes who was driving the car.
Lan Xiaolan slowly and carefully avoided pedestrians and finally arrived at a place that looked like a market.
She parked the car and walked down, and the people around her immediately leaned over and turned to look at her.
As more and more people looked at her, she felt a little uncomfortable.
However, because she is a foreigner and her dress is indeed different from the people here, people look at her so curiously, so she also expressed her understanding.
Lan Xiaolan saw a shop selling pots, pans, and utensils not far away. Facing everyone's strange looks, she walked over slowly.
The owner of the old shop was a fat black woman with braided hair, about 45 years old.
This was also the first time Lan Xiaolan saw a woman since she entered the Tomb of the Living.
Seeing Lan Xiaolan enter her stall, the woman got up from the ground in surprise, her eyebrows raised, her mouth wide open, and an incredible look on her face.
Then she quickly ran into the house and asked her man to come out.
Lan Xiaolan didn't mind seeing the unusual behavior of the locals. After all, she was the odd one out here. She just had to endure it and follow the local customs.
She carefully selected some necessary pots, tableware and kitchen utensils in the shop and put them together.
Upon hearing this, the black woman's husband quickly walked out of the house, while the woman hid behind the man, not daring to look at her.
Lan Xiaolan pointed to the items she had picked out on the ground: "How much?"
The man looked again and again before he was sure that the young and beautiful foreign woman in front of him was here to buy something.
Although the shop owner does some small business locally, there are basically no foreigners coming here, so he can't understand English, let alone speak it.
He wrote the two Arabic numerals "20" on the paper. Fortunately, numbers are universally used around the world.
Lan Xiaolan nodded and took out 20 US dollars from her bag.
She got off the plane in such a hurry that she didn't have time to exchange the local currency.
However, the US dollar is accepted worldwide, and I don’t know if $20 is enough to buy so many things here.
The man took the 20 U.S. dollars, held the money in the air and looked at it again and again, his mouth smiling as if his lips were tied open, and he was so excited that he almost danced with joy.
The black girl who had been hiding behind the man jumped out excitedly when she saw the huge sum of money. She was so excited that she almost hugged Lan Xiaolan.
She quickly ran to the stall and personally selected some bottles, jars, bowls and plates, and stuffed a few more of them into Lan Xiaolan's hands.
There were really too many things. Lan Xiaolan quickly shook her head and waved her hands to stop her. She lived alone and really didn't need so many things.
She gave all the $20 to the shopkeeper, then took out some extra things, loaded them into the car, and continued shopping at the shops next to the market.
Those people who were originally coming to the market, when they saw Lan Xiaolan, all walked towards the grocery store here curiously.
The man who owned the grocery store kept showing off to passersby that he had just made a lucrative deal with this strange foreign woman.
Now, the huge group of people became more and more curious about Lan Xiaolan.
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